Annabel sprinted all the way to her room, slamming the door behind her and sealing it with a rune. Her knees gave out, and she slid to the floor, dropping her face in her hands.
She stood perfectly still until her breathing finally returned to normal and the pounding in her head subsided. She tried to empty her mind and calm herself before her clouded judgment led her to make another huge mistake, but the memory of William’s hands and desperate kisses kept invading her mind.
She had kissed him. She had no idea why she had done it, but just looking at his sad, regretful eyes made something in her snap. She didn’t understand what provoked it exactly, but she never wanted to see him make that expression again.
This was such a mess.
She wanted to trust him, to choose his side, but she cou
